:关于诗歌的手抄报资料（中英文）

　　逝去的爱，如今已步上高山，

　　在密密星群里埋藏它的赧颜。

　　when you are old and grey and full of sleep,

　　and nodding by the fire, take down this book,

　　and slowly read, and dream of the soft look

　　your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

　　how many loved your moments of glad grace,

　　and loved your beauty with love false or true,

　　but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

　　and loved the sorrows of your changing face;